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Feb 2014
She carried them with her
throughout the day,
tumbling & rolling,
building her desire,
waiting for the whistle to blow.

She hurried home,
as did he
in great haste,
they did not want
to waste a single minute
of their pleasures.

And when he pulled
them out
one by one,
hers did sound,
delicious & glistening,
wonderfully in tune
with his own melody.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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